.. I took a step towards her. Frightened, she stepped back a half step.“You’re very pretty. Don’t you think I will do my best to keep all of you...safe?”“I don’t know.”An honest reply. She didn’t know if I would bail on them to save myself. And she was worried.“Come with me.”She blanched fearfully, but followed. In the living room, I sat her on my sofa while I faced her from my leather chair. Nervously, she kept that sweater pressed against her stomach, as if it were armor shielding from my. This was eseiall important for us larger-bosomed grls.I think the thing I hated was that until that bra fitter came in, the only support wear I ould find were these hideous harnesses that looked as ugly as sin. She got me into something fashionable that I could wear without looking disfigured. My boobs rewarded me by stopping their growth. In a way it was a relief.Fashion designers, those who don't want every girl to be a Size 0, praise th "hourglass figure", the big hi and chest, with the. ” I didn’t recognize myself.I was supplementing my generous University stipend by doing offshore tours in the boat. I’d take tourists out for a day of sailing and poking around the nearby islands.I had enough to live on with my regular salary. But I like luxuries so I did tours. It wasn’t making me rich but I could have probably lived in St. Lucia for the rest of my life at a certain level of comfort. Meaning I could afford the REAL Cuban Cohibas.And staying on St. Lucia was getting to be a. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Shh, let me clean you up. I won’t hurt you.’ Anna was too tired and hurt to fight as he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He started the shower and quickly got in with her. He soaped her up and held her gently as he washed her thoroughly. When he was done, he carried her back to the bed, wrapped in a soft, fluffy towel. He laid down on the bed, spooning her back. His mask was still in place, now soaked, but covering his face. He just held her, confusing Anna.